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Chapter 1 99 Yuan Set Money

A battle has just ended in the luxurious washroom of the Blue Night Bar.

The smell of lust permeates wantonly in the small and cramped space.

Panting heavily, Lan Jing sat on the toilet seat, and then bit off the belt that bound his wrist with his teeth.

There was a clang when the metal buckle of the belt fell to the floor, and the sound was as crisp as the slap that the man had just slapped on his buttocks.

Lan Jing's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he looked down at the blood that was slowly flowing down the heels of his legs, he almost wanted to bite his silver teeth in hatred.

If someone had told him an hour ago, you might have been fucked tonight.

Lan Jing would definitely sneer and ask the other party, who dares?Tired of living?Or do birds not want it anymore?

However, at this moment, the reality quickly slapped him in the face. Not only was he fucked, but he was also in a place like the toilet, which is hard to describe.

And when the other party finished and left after pulling up his pants, he frantically stripped off all his clothes and threw him naked in the cubicle.

Oh, the man gave him 100 yuan without fear of death, saying that 99 yuan was money for a cover, and the remaining 1 yuan was a tip for Lan Shao, but there was no money for prostitution. After all, Lan Jing asked for everything tonight.

"Hold!!!"

Lan Jing slammed his fist on the wall, the end of his eyes were still reddened by the remaining lust in his body, but the bottom of his eyes seemed to be soaked in ice, a color that was piercingly cold.

Although he really wanted to break the leg of the culprit who caused him such a cramp.

But that man was right, such a thing happened, it was indeed his own fault, it was all because he accidentally lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot when he was playing tricks on others.

This matter has to start with a little grievance between him and that person.

That person's name is Cong Lang, and he often comes to the Blue Night Bar to hang out, and Lan Jing also likes to stay here.

Everyone is in the circle, and they know each other, but they are not familiar with each other.

A person like Cong Lang looks like a swinger raised by the upper class, and Lan Jing has always looked down on him.

And his keen intuition told him that Cong Lang is not simple, he is very dangerous, it is best to stay away, and not to provoke him if he can.

But things often backfire. Lan Jing thinks about it for a long time afterwards, and feels that what he did at that time was too stupid.

Xiaorui—Lan Jing forgot whether the boy who looked like a cat was called that name.

In short, he remembered that he was a newcomer who had just mixed in the circle, very tender, very clean, soft and waxy, and extremely well-behaved.

Leader Lan Jing immediately fell in love with him, and within three days he hooked him up.

But before it was too hot, the well-behaved boy stood in front of Cong Lang with his arms around him.

"Brother Lan, this is my new father, Brother Lang, who has a higher status than you and more money than you. The watch he gave me is more expensive than everything you give me in a month. I love money." Ellie, so I will follow him from now on."

This is what Xiao Rui said when he dumped Lan Jingqian.

To be told no in person, whether it's status or money, is a big loss of face.

Lan Jing just smiled indifferently, and said lightly, "If you want to sell it so much, then get out."

In fact, he gave Xiaorui a lot of things, but it was incomparable to these big young masters who had family support behind them and spent money like water.

It's a fact, nothing to be mad about.

What really changed Lan Jing's face was that Cong Lang, who had been watching the play by the side, suddenly approached him, and jokingly said against his right ear, "Why don't Lan Shao follow me too, I think Lan Shao is worse than anyone else." I owe you all, don't worry, I promise to give you a watch that is more expensive than him."

These words were tantamount to flooding the Dragon King Temple, Lan Jing narrowed his eyes immediately and stared at Cong Lang coldly.

He held back that day and didn't do anything.

Firstly, he had confronted Cong Lang before, and his skills were not as good as the opponent's. Secondly, there were many eyes watching him. He didn't want people to think that he was jealous because of a boy, and it was too embarrassing to fight.

So he let Cong Lang walk out of the bar in full beard, but he made a serious note of the other party in his heart, waiting for that guy to fall into his hands one day, and then kill him properly.